[ .... fuck. it's been, what, less than five minutes, and all the thoughts in keith's head keep spiraling and sputtering? shiro peppers kisses down the line of his sternum and lower, getting ever closer to his cock and the anticipation from that alone makes his dick twitch yet again. it'd be embarrassing if keith remembered how to be embarrassed, but there's an endless barrage of filthy suggestion in the aether and keith is left mentally tripping over wants and implication.
see, as much as he'd grown to like sucking anon's cock hard until it spat cum on his tongue and down his throat, it'd been yet another weird, guilty pleasure that he wasn't sure how to accept about himself. perhaps part of that had been the inherent absurdity of only ever being face to face with a waiting dick poked through a library shelf or a hole in the door that left his insides roiling in shame for getting off to having his mouth stretched wide and throat stuffed full, but there'd been more to that too. the guy on the other side of the door had grunted and groaned, and in the back of keith's mind, he'd put familiarity to those horny, wet sounds.
familiarity that, now, keith no longer has to fantasize or imagine. slowly, he props himself up onto his elbows, breathing hard to follow shiro's face as he settles on his knees between the split of his legs. it's ... fuck. it's so much, just looking at shiro there, grinning and teasing and possibly getting off to the same thing keith had been self-critical over. ]
Shiro... [ fuck. shiro hasn't even touched him yet and already there's a whine to his voice. feeling heat spread across his cheeks, keith swallows, trying for a pinch of composure. ] .. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum really quick if you keep talking like that.
[ a beat later, and keith has to laugh. ]
Fuck I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Just ... [ carefully, he sits up a little further, hand outstretched to sweep white forelock back and away from shiro's face. ]
You're the one who made me like this, you know? Taking it in my mouth until I choke. I didn't know you felt the same way.
[ on some level, it's kind of funny. anon had always taken such care to be quiet, and shiro is anything but. again, less than five minutes in and keith is stupidly aroused by the difference. like it isn't just him being more vulnerable, more present and himself in his visibility, but shiro too.
perhaps it's even funnier then, that a long time ago when keith had tried to imagine what first-time sex with shiro would have been like, he'd pictured something gentle and sweet. this still is, of course, but it's intercut with filth and something more real that it makes keith shiver as he drags fingers down to hook his index at shiro's lower lip. ]
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see, as much as he'd grown to like sucking anon's cock hard until it spat cum on his tongue and down his throat, it'd been yet another weird, guilty pleasure that he wasn't sure how to accept about himself. perhaps part of that had been the inherent absurdity of only ever being face to face with a waiting dick poked through a library shelf or a hole in the door that left his insides roiling in shame for getting off to having his mouth stretched wide and throat stuffed full, but there'd been more to that too. the guy on the other side of the door had grunted and groaned, and in the back of keith's mind, he'd put familiarity to those horny, wet sounds.
familiarity that, now, keith no longer has to fantasize or imagine. slowly, he props himself up onto his elbows, breathing hard to follow shiro's face as he settles on his knees between the split of his legs. it's ... fuck. it's so much, just looking at shiro there, grinning and teasing and possibly getting off to the same thing keith had been self-critical over. ]
Shiro... [ fuck. shiro hasn't even touched him yet and already there's a whine to his voice. feeling heat spread across his cheeks, keith swallows, trying for a pinch of composure. ] .. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum really quick if you keep talking like that.
[ a beat later, and keith has to laugh. ]
Fuck I don't even know what I'm saying right now. Just ... [ carefully, he sits up a little further, hand outstretched to sweep white forelock back and away from shiro's face. ]
You're the one who made me like this, you know? Taking it in my mouth until I choke. I didn't know you felt the same way.
[ on some level, it's kind of funny. anon had always taken such care to be quiet, and shiro is anything but. again, less than five minutes in and keith is stupidly aroused by the difference. like it isn't just him being more vulnerable, more present and himself in his visibility, but shiro too.
perhaps it's even funnier then, that a long time ago when keith had tried to imagine what first-time sex with shiro would have been like, he'd pictured something gentle and sweet. this still is, of course, but it's intercut with filth and something more real that it makes keith shiver as he drags fingers down to hook his index at shiro's lower lip. ]